you can hear 'em like a ghost

Dantalion

how the fuck am I supposed to know

"A high priestess?" Danta hazards with a bounce of his eyebrows, and he leads them this time to one of the tables where they might ogle at the booths opposite (some covered, others not so much). Raising a hand for one of the waitresses to fetch them a couple more drinks, only then does the Maverick settle in to listen properly, crossing his long legs and leaning an elbow on the table.

"You said that before - the Ghost Moon," he interjects with a snap of his fingers. "When does that happen? Or does it change? We had a Blood Moon Festival here a couple of years ago, and that sounds a little familiar." If not the tamest version of what Charlie was likely used to, anyway. "You could definitely feel Dygra's presence as a part of it."

Sighing as she explains - games and blood orgies and prizes and hunts? count Danta in - the Maverick seems rather put out not only that they don't have the same level of worship here and now, but that it was somewhat lacking even when he'd been at large in the Climb. "It sounds divine," he complains, nodding to the waitress as she delivers their drinks. "I wonder if you might be able to start doing something similar at the Temple."

if we're in love or if we're in pain?

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